Family Photo Shoot
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As promised, here are a few of the pictures my sis took in the park near our house. She has such talent, I have no idea why she doesn't do this more often. These were just shot with my plain old camera and I haven't done any editing on them, but I think they are great.
Feeling Totally Justified
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Jane's 15 month appointment was on Monday (yes, I've been meaning to post since then ;-) and besides the drama of the hemoglobin and lead test (they milked Jane's finger for blood for 2 minutes and then she was entirely indignant and furious at the idea of putting a band-aid on that finger, tore it off twice...), it was a great visit. I love our clinic and adore at least three of the docs that work there. Monday was with our favorite, Cindy.
So here comes the justification part: since Jane did plenty of crying which gave Cindy plenty of opportunity to peak at her gums. All four of Jane's molars are in and she's now cutting all four of her eye teeth, which are supposed to be much worse. I think I will keep my 15 month old after all, poor dear, and be a little more liberal with the ibruprofen at night.
By the way, I happen to think toddling is the cutest thing ever. I never realized what I a joy it is to watch a baby learn to walk. Jane has been a real go getter and I'm amazed with how much better she gets every day. The Zombie hands are already gone and I wouldn't be surprised if she was running by next week. She's already trying.
As for me, my health, and my sly hints here and there about being pregnant, I have good days and not so good days. I don't have bad days near as often, thankfully, and I'm doing my best to do the things I know make me happy and healthy and trying to figure out more of the ones that will make me more healthy (and thereby more happy?). I am now taking swimming lessons because hopefully no matter what happens to my back or hips, that will be something I can do continually. Being (mostly) past the puke-tastic stage of pregnancy, my desire to eat well is slowly emerging and I have joy again in vegetables. I'm beginning to feel like my disc is mostly healed, it seems like I can sit longer these days and it just feels a bit different. We'll see how Sunday goes.
Some of you may know of my addiction to productivity. I like to do stuff. I like to have visible results of my accomplishments and, for most of my life, accomplishing = positive self worth. I even thought that this was the norm for people, or at least how it should be, until I married Eric.
I've had some withdrawal pains this last year. And I think they are growing pains, too. The biggest lesson, beside relying on the Lord and gratitude for the charity of others (I'm a pro at eating humble pie these days), I have learned (was forced) to slow down and appreciate moments. I'm getting pretty good at being in the moment with her and with my nieces and it makes mothering and life so much more enjoyable. There is a poem I love by Thoreau that has a line "frittered away by detail." I think I have often been guilty of being frittered away by doing.
That's not to say that I'm not itching to get back to doing more than I've been able lately. I'd love to get my house organzied, cute-i-fied, and clean. I'd love to spend a little more time in the kitchen and be able to serve those around me more. But a couple days ago I had a rather strange moment. I was icing my back on my bed and I had no desire to read, to blog, to listen to music, to talk on the phone, to sleep, surf the internet, or even play solitaire. I was tired and I just wanted to do nothing. I have never had that experience before, I've always been too busy.
In posting this, I am a little worried about what my own family will think. It is from that hive of busyness that I am migrating ever so slightly from (ask Eric, I'm still plenty productive crazy). And sometimes I feel like I should be doing more; there's a restlessness that I've somehow caved in and forsaken my own values. I often feel like I need an objective, a project, an ambition beyond the one of survival, gestation, and raising Jane. I keep thinking that my life will never be this "slow" again, that I've got six months before the second one comes and I am outnumbered and overwhelmed. I don't want to waste this time. And I don't know the answer. But I also know that I don't want to lose any more time with a beam of busyness in my eye.
Next post, PICTURES!! As soon as I can find my cord...
So here comes the justification part: since Jane did plenty of crying which gave Cindy plenty of opportunity to peak at her gums. All four of Jane's molars are in and she's now cutting all four of her eye teeth, which are supposed to be much worse. I think I will keep my 15 month old after all, poor dear, and be a little more liberal with the ibruprofen at night.
By the way, I happen to think toddling is the cutest thing ever. I never realized what I a joy it is to watch a baby learn to walk. Jane has been a real go getter and I'm amazed with how much better she gets every day. The Zombie hands are already gone and I wouldn't be surprised if she was running by next week. She's already trying.
As for me, my health, and my sly hints here and there about being pregnant, I have good days and not so good days. I don't have bad days near as often, thankfully, and I'm doing my best to do the things I know make me happy and healthy and trying to figure out more of the ones that will make me more healthy (and thereby more happy?). I am now taking swimming lessons because hopefully no matter what happens to my back or hips, that will be something I can do continually. Being (mostly) past the puke-tastic stage of pregnancy, my desire to eat well is slowly emerging and I have joy again in vegetables. I'm beginning to feel like my disc is mostly healed, it seems like I can sit longer these days and it just feels a bit different. We'll see how Sunday goes.
Some of you may know of my addiction to productivity. I like to do stuff. I like to have visible results of my accomplishments and, for most of my life, accomplishing = positive self worth. I even thought that this was the norm for people, or at least how it should be, until I married Eric.
I've had some withdrawal pains this last year. And I think they are growing pains, too. The biggest lesson, beside relying on the Lord and gratitude for the charity of others (I'm a pro at eating humble pie these days), I have learned (was forced) to slow down and appreciate moments. I'm getting pretty good at being in the moment with her and with my nieces and it makes mothering and life so much more enjoyable. There is a poem I love by Thoreau that has a line "frittered away by detail." I think I have often been guilty of being frittered away by doing.
That's not to say that I'm not itching to get back to doing more than I've been able lately. I'd love to get my house organzied, cute-i-fied, and clean. I'd love to spend a little more time in the kitchen and be able to serve those around me more. But a couple days ago I had a rather strange moment. I was icing my back on my bed and I had no desire to read, to blog, to listen to music, to talk on the phone, to sleep, surf the internet, or even play solitaire. I was tired and I just wanted to do nothing. I have never had that experience before, I've always been too busy.
In posting this, I am a little worried about what my own family will think. It is from that hive of busyness that I am migrating ever so slightly from (ask Eric, I'm still plenty productive crazy). And sometimes I feel like I should be doing more; there's a restlessness that I've somehow caved in and forsaken my own values. I often feel like I need an objective, a project, an ambition beyond the one of survival, gestation, and raising Jane. I keep thinking that my life will never be this "slow" again, that I've got six months before the second one comes and I am outnumbered and overwhelmed. I don't want to waste this time. And I don't know the answer. But I also know that I don't want to lose any more time with a beam of busyness in my eye.
Next post, PICTURES!! As soon as I can find my cord...
15 months and 189 Days to go
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Jane is fifteen months old today, anybody want a fifteen month old?
I WANT to say it's that last molar...Eric found blood on her blanket, possibly from last night. She's sleeping now, but then she was up at 4:15, little turd. Eric gave her a drink, rocked, and put her back down and she was mostly quiet, although not sleeping til about 5:00, which is when I got up with her for the day.
My sister mentioned that all of her kids' personalities seemed to change a bit when they started walking...thoughts anyone?
So, in contrast to my words (which are ornery, like Jane this week), and because I've got a Pre-Thanksgiving Feast to prep for (I'm making pumpkin pudding in sugar cookie tart dishes with ginger crumble on top...if it turns out, if not I'm making Trader Joe Stuffing), I'll just post a few pics (which are really sweet, like Jane the rest of the time) and maybe comment on all the wondrous accomplishments of my darling child when I'm feeling more positive and loving.
Blueberries, blueberries, everywhere!!! Jane will eat them in any form, in a box with a fox, in a house with a mouse...
Grandma reading Tumble Bumble, one of Jane's favorites. She said "bumble" the other day and pointed at the book. Jane has at least 30 words she says.
Jane and the Cuz, little bookworms. Right after Grandma snapped this (she thought it was SO cute, Jena and I were a bit less thrilled as they do this all the time, although they don't always read so nicely, usually there is more grabbing of each other's books), Jena pulled out a ball and told the bookworms that they needed to do something more active. That was fun, too.
Joint story-time. Jane's nap has finally moved from the morning to about noon, which is much closer to when Joey takes his, so on this day, they read stories together before nap time, they both LOVE Jena and stories.
I WANT to say it's that last molar...Eric found blood on her blanket, possibly from last night. She's sleeping now, but then she was up at 4:15, little turd. Eric gave her a drink, rocked, and put her back down and she was mostly quiet, although not sleeping til about 5:00, which is when I got up with her for the day.
My sister mentioned that all of her kids' personalities seemed to change a bit when they started walking...thoughts anyone?
So, in contrast to my words (which are ornery, like Jane this week), and because I've got a Pre-Thanksgiving Feast to prep for (I'm making pumpkin pudding in sugar cookie tart dishes with ginger crumble on top...if it turns out, if not I'm making Trader Joe Stuffing), I'll just post a few pics (which are really sweet, like Jane the rest of the time) and maybe comment on all the wondrous accomplishments of my darling child when I'm feeling more positive and loving.
Blueberries, blueberries, everywhere!!! Jane will eat them in any form, in a box with a fox, in a house with a mouse...
Grandma reading Tumble Bumble, one of Jane's favorites. She said "bumble" the other day and pointed at the book. Jane has at least 30 words she says.
Jane and the Cuz, little bookworms. Right after Grandma snapped this (she thought it was SO cute, Jena and I were a bit less thrilled as they do this all the time, although they don't always read so nicely, usually there is more grabbing of each other's books), Jena pulled out a ball and told the bookworms that they needed to do something more active. That was fun, too.
Joint story-time. Jane's nap has finally moved from the morning to about noon, which is much closer to when Joey takes his, so on this day, they read stories together before nap time, they both LOVE Jena and stories.
A Very Late Halloween Picture or two...
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In my defense, I had to wait til my Mom sent me this, which means I had to wait til my younger sister (a very busy senior in high school) could spare a few minutes.
Jane saying "Baaa." We really should have gotten a video of it, so cute. She even got her voice to catch, you know Ba-a-a-a-a. Eric is hungry.
This is my mom, my sister just younger than me, my older sister and all her kids, and Jane at our church's Halloween party/Chili Cook-off.
I'm taking the picture. I haven't felt like being in pictures lately...
And here is Jane sans lamb hat and her cutie cousin Superman giving her all the love she's not sure she wants or needs. Those are my legs behind them.
Jane saying "Baaa." We really should have gotten a video of it, so cute. She even got her voice to catch, you know Ba-a-a-a-a. Eric is hungry.
This is my mom, my sister just younger than me, my older sister and all her kids, and Jane at our church's Halloween party/Chili Cook-off.I'm taking the picture. I haven't felt like being in pictures lately...
And here is Jane sans lamb hat and her cutie cousin Superman giving her all the love she's not sure she wants or needs. Those are my legs behind them.
Still Here!
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Yikes!
Time got the best of me, apparently.
We are all still here, alive and (mostly) well. Jane had the swine flu for about 4-5 days and is now fully recovered. Eric came down with something else about the same time but I've remained healthy, so to speak ;-) My midwife put me on Tamaflu for ten days as a precaution and tomorrow is the last pill, knock on wood. Neither Jane or I got the H1N1 flu vaccine (although I was strongly urged to, my doc's office only just started getting it and the wait to get one is ridiculous). I've been told that you can get it again, so we might all still get it, but we haven't so far.
In general, H1N1 was pretty tame, you know, for flu. Jane had a high fever for 4 days, a rough week of nights and was too tired and sad to whine most days. The problem with H1N1 is when things get complicated, they go fast and go dire.
I was totally wore out, but we managed to do OK even with my recovering back. Jane and I laid around a lot and read a lot of stories. I think I've mostly recovered from all that sleep deprivation, it made me remember (and fear) what having a newborn is like--that crazy, desperate, out-of-control tired feeling. Instead of falling asleep at 7:30-8:00, I'm back to 8:30-9:00. Except when my mom and sister where in town, which was last week.
We had a ball and it went by WAY too fast. My mom flew in on the 24th for my niece's birthday and left the next Saturday. My sister came last Thursday and left on Sunday. They both got to come to our church's Trunk or Treat party. With all the sickness and stuff, I didn't make all three of us costumes (although I figured out exactly how to do them all). I'm not really supposed to sit down, which makes sewing or crafting anything pretty difficult... so one of my nieces was Little Bo Peep and asked if Jane could be her sheep. We were late to the party (of course) and Bo Peep kept asking people if they had seen her sheep. We made it in time for the costume parade where each kid goes up on stage and introduces themselves and their costume. Eric was sitting in the middle of everybody with Jane when Bo Peep asked the whole crowd if they had seen her sheep. He went running to the stage calling "Here she is! Here she is!" Very cute.
Jane loved being a lamb, her lovey is a lamb and we even taught her to say "baa" with a little catch in her voice. We had a law student party we went to after the trunk or treat party and so Jane actually didn't go trick or treating door to door, but she explored plenty of candy. How do kids know that something sweet is in those little wrappers? Especially when they are so darn picky about everything else they eat... sigh.
Did you notice no pictures?? Yea, I didn't take any. My mom had a schnazzy new camera she was whipping out all the time so I didn't feel inclined to dig mine out. So hopefully I can get her to send me some.
Speaking of my wonderful mom, the time went by WAY too fast. She is such a great mom and an amazing Grandma. She came over, still getting over something herself, and dug me out of my sad excuse for a house. I was in the middle of a few reorganizing projects when my back went, so my closet had pretty much puked all over my bedroom. And I still didn't have anything on the walls. Turns out my mom is the perfect picture hanger upper. And she was such a emotional boost with everything that's been going on. AND she's so cool, she dressed up for Halloween as a scary witch and seriously scared many a child with her cackle, including her own grandkids. Joey wouldn't go to her, Jane cried whenever mom looked at her or got too close and even Lizzy lost it once after that freaky cackle of hers.
I was so glad my sister came , she's such a breath of fresh air. I love the way she sees the world and the energy and perspective she brings. I so enjoyed just talking with her and getting the chance to talk about life in that way you can't do so well over the phone. I love my family!
Time got the best of me, apparently.
We are all still here, alive and (mostly) well. Jane had the swine flu for about 4-5 days and is now fully recovered. Eric came down with something else about the same time but I've remained healthy, so to speak ;-) My midwife put me on Tamaflu for ten days as a precaution and tomorrow is the last pill, knock on wood. Neither Jane or I got the H1N1 flu vaccine (although I was strongly urged to, my doc's office only just started getting it and the wait to get one is ridiculous). I've been told that you can get it again, so we might all still get it, but we haven't so far.
In general, H1N1 was pretty tame, you know, for flu. Jane had a high fever for 4 days, a rough week of nights and was too tired and sad to whine most days. The problem with H1N1 is when things get complicated, they go fast and go dire.
I was totally wore out, but we managed to do OK even with my recovering back. Jane and I laid around a lot and read a lot of stories. I think I've mostly recovered from all that sleep deprivation, it made me remember (and fear) what having a newborn is like--that crazy, desperate, out-of-control tired feeling. Instead of falling asleep at 7:30-8:00, I'm back to 8:30-9:00. Except when my mom and sister where in town, which was last week.
We had a ball and it went by WAY too fast. My mom flew in on the 24th for my niece's birthday and left the next Saturday. My sister came last Thursday and left on Sunday. They both got to come to our church's Trunk or Treat party. With all the sickness and stuff, I didn't make all three of us costumes (although I figured out exactly how to do them all). I'm not really supposed to sit down, which makes sewing or crafting anything pretty difficult... so one of my nieces was Little Bo Peep and asked if Jane could be her sheep. We were late to the party (of course) and Bo Peep kept asking people if they had seen her sheep. We made it in time for the costume parade where each kid goes up on stage and introduces themselves and their costume. Eric was sitting in the middle of everybody with Jane when Bo Peep asked the whole crowd if they had seen her sheep. He went running to the stage calling "Here she is! Here she is!" Very cute.
Jane loved being a lamb, her lovey is a lamb and we even taught her to say "baa" with a little catch in her voice. We had a law student party we went to after the trunk or treat party and so Jane actually didn't go trick or treating door to door, but she explored plenty of candy. How do kids know that something sweet is in those little wrappers? Especially when they are so darn picky about everything else they eat... sigh.
Did you notice no pictures?? Yea, I didn't take any. My mom had a schnazzy new camera she was whipping out all the time so I didn't feel inclined to dig mine out. So hopefully I can get her to send me some.
Speaking of my wonderful mom, the time went by WAY too fast. She is such a great mom and an amazing Grandma. She came over, still getting over something herself, and dug me out of my sad excuse for a house. I was in the middle of a few reorganizing projects when my back went, so my closet had pretty much puked all over my bedroom. And I still didn't have anything on the walls. Turns out my mom is the perfect picture hanger upper. And she was such a emotional boost with everything that's been going on. AND she's so cool, she dressed up for Halloween as a scary witch and seriously scared many a child with her cackle, including her own grandkids. Joey wouldn't go to her, Jane cried whenever mom looked at her or got too close and even Lizzy lost it once after that freaky cackle of hers.
I was so glad my sister came , she's such a breath of fresh air. I love the way she sees the world and the energy and perspective she brings. I so enjoyed just talking with her and getting the chance to talk about life in that way you can't do so well over the phone. I love my family!
Spoke too Soon
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My sister and her family (along with everyone else around here) got hit with the swine flu last week, and even though we were there most of the day Monday and Tuesday, which is when the first rounds of sickness started, I really thought we had dodged a bullet. People would ask how we were, how me and my back was doing and I could at least say, "at least we haven't come down with the flu." Ha ha.
Last night Jane had a temp of at least 102. She has suddenly developed an overt fear of the ear thermometer and so I tried to do her armpit which is also traumatizing for some reason. I pulled it out after it hit 102 because Jane was really starting to wail. She didn't do too bad last night, I only had to go help her get back to sleep twice, but she woke up a lot, which woke me up and had me all on alert. She did sleep in til almost 8:00, took a two hour nap, AND went to bed at 5:30. Poor thing. She's so sad. I don't mind too much, because she is super cuddly, she'll just lay her head down on whatever part of me is the closest to her.
Although, I am a bit worried, only ever so slightly, about her being sick and a worse-case scenario. If I watched less news (and goodness knows, I watch very little as it is), I'd probably be less worried. But I was thinking today about how little worrying we do over illness and our babies these days. Maybe it's because I recently watched Anne of Green Gables (six hours of pure enjoyment whilst on my back, thanks Bree!) when she saves her bosom friend's baby sister who has the croup, that I realized how blessed we are these days. We bring a child into the world and pretty much assume we will have them their whole lives. How many of us begin pregnancy, labor, and delivery with the bright-eyed expectation of healthy, beautiful child and an intact momma?
That's all, just thinking. And hoping that my new found gratitude will ward of any worst-case scenarios from encroaching on our home. (Eric wants to know if anyone knows where to get some lamb's blood for the door posts...)
Last night Jane had a temp of at least 102. She has suddenly developed an overt fear of the ear thermometer and so I tried to do her armpit which is also traumatizing for some reason. I pulled it out after it hit 102 because Jane was really starting to wail. She didn't do too bad last night, I only had to go help her get back to sleep twice, but she woke up a lot, which woke me up and had me all on alert. She did sleep in til almost 8:00, took a two hour nap, AND went to bed at 5:30. Poor thing. She's so sad. I don't mind too much, because she is super cuddly, she'll just lay her head down on whatever part of me is the closest to her.
Although, I am a bit worried, only ever so slightly, about her being sick and a worse-case scenario. If I watched less news (and goodness knows, I watch very little as it is), I'd probably be less worried. But I was thinking today about how little worrying we do over illness and our babies these days. Maybe it's because I recently watched Anne of Green Gables (six hours of pure enjoyment whilst on my back, thanks Bree!) when she saves her bosom friend's baby sister who has the croup, that I realized how blessed we are these days. We bring a child into the world and pretty much assume we will have them their whole lives. How many of us begin pregnancy, labor, and delivery with the bright-eyed expectation of healthy, beautiful child and an intact momma?
That's all, just thinking. And hoping that my new found gratitude will ward of any worst-case scenarios from encroaching on our home. (Eric wants to know if anyone knows where to get some lamb's blood for the door posts...)
Walking Videos
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Jane took her first steps a week ago, and Thursday Eric and I set out to capture it on film. We bribed her with popcorn. She would get a bit too excited when walking to me and the popcorn and just sort of fall into the couch, but she did better when walking back to daddy. In the first video she says "popcorn" while she's got popcorn in her mouth, but I think it's pretty discernible.
Deja Vue at 14 Months Old
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Jane is 14 months old today and is spending it with a friend from church Jane met this morning. Good thing she likes to go (because it means she gets to press the button on the elevator) so she didn't cry when she left. I'm spending the day in bed waiting for a slipped disk to heal. Seriously, what's the deal with my body? I'm not supposed to lift anything for a week, which means Jane has started that whole distancey thing with me, which I hate. It's amazing how quickly she picks up on these things. Her coping mechanism is to not to act like she needs me and none of our old jokes work, I'm no longer funny, and I don't get the big smiles. It's like a cuddly puppy turning into a cat.
On the positive side, Jane took her first steps on Sunday. Daddy was so pleased he didn't miss them. She's taken a handful of steps since then, but only when she doesn't realizing she's walking. In this case, positive reinforcement in the form of cheers and "yay-Jane!" doesn't work. She sits down immediately. Kind of like when she learned to crawl, her body started doing it before her mind thought she could and if her mind caught up with her, she'd revert.
She's still talking like crazy and has mastered "yes" (sounds like "syess") and I think it is by far her cutest word. She says "Zizzy" for her cousin Lizzy quite regularly and has some kind of sound for each of her cousins that live close. Although, she has said "nana" for Juliana before, she always greets Jules with a drawn out "Daahhhh!" Not sure what that one means yet as she uses it in other contexts. Other new-ish words are:
tickle tickle (because you can never have just one, and she never tickles others, just herself)
that (thdat)
this (zis)
water (dahter)
out (ouuuuuuuuu) which is just a word for "move me somewhere other than here"
Jane does a billion cute things a day and it's so much fun to watch her play, to see what she'll do next. I'm continually amazed by her fine motor skills, she can snap herself into her booster seat, she can put a bolt in a nut, she can unscrew a water bottle, etc, etc. And she really seems to enjoy imaginative play, which I'm guessing she learned from her cousins. The other day she took the shampoo bottle and had it talking to the conditioner bottle. She had separate voices for each one, it was hilarious.
Jane love's mommy's toy, too (the computer) and begs to get on it. I found a few baby games online that she gets a kick out of, and there's one very strange one (like teletubbies strange) that she likes to dance along with. I LOVE watching her dance.
This site has a list of links to more games that we've explored a bit, in case you're interested.
My friend just sent me a picture of Jane, letting me know they are doing very well.
I'm so lucky to have great friends.
On the positive side, Jane took her first steps on Sunday. Daddy was so pleased he didn't miss them. She's taken a handful of steps since then, but only when she doesn't realizing she's walking. In this case, positive reinforcement in the form of cheers and "yay-Jane!" doesn't work. She sits down immediately. Kind of like when she learned to crawl, her body started doing it before her mind thought she could and if her mind caught up with her, she'd revert.
She's still talking like crazy and has mastered "yes" (sounds like "syess") and I think it is by far her cutest word. She says "Zizzy" for her cousin Lizzy quite regularly and has some kind of sound for each of her cousins that live close. Although, she has said "nana" for Juliana before, she always greets Jules with a drawn out "Daahhhh!" Not sure what that one means yet as she uses it in other contexts. Other new-ish words are:
tickle tickle (because you can never have just one, and she never tickles others, just herself)
that (thdat)
this (zis)
water (dahter)
out (ouuuuuuuuu) which is just a word for "move me somewhere other than here"
Jane does a billion cute things a day and it's so much fun to watch her play, to see what she'll do next. I'm continually amazed by her fine motor skills, she can snap herself into her booster seat, she can put a bolt in a nut, she can unscrew a water bottle, etc, etc. And she really seems to enjoy imaginative play, which I'm guessing she learned from her cousins. The other day she took the shampoo bottle and had it talking to the conditioner bottle. She had separate voices for each one, it was hilarious.
Jane love's mommy's toy, too (the computer) and begs to get on it. I found a few baby games online that she gets a kick out of, and there's one very strange one (like teletubbies strange) that she likes to dance along with. I LOVE watching her dance.
This site has a list of links to more games that we've explored a bit, in case you're interested.
My friend just sent me a picture of Jane, letting me know they are doing very well.
I'm so lucky to have great friends.
Halloween
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So I've come up with the perfect trio of characters for our Halloween costumes! Now I just need to figure out how to execute said plan...but I think it will be brilliant, especially after Jane fell in love with the duck costume we saw at Target--she said "quack, quack" about a hundred times and even gave it a kiss on the bill.
Happy Birthday Holli!!
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So my amazing little sister is probably already sweating it out at physical training this morning as I write this post. She is an army 1st Lieutenant at a VERY remote location and she has to spend her birthday without family. I've been thinking about her a lot and how I would feel in her situation. I think I cried myself to sleep on my 23rd birthday I was so lonely, and I was briefly living at home at the time. I used to see my older sister with her kids and her husband and ache to be someone's whole world like she was. Now, with a husband and a kid, I have a different perspective. In order to be their whole world, there is less of me to go around. I kind of miss being that awesome aunt and that great best friend, sister, and daughter. My point is, do your best to make the most of your season in life. There is something to love about each phase. Although, this post wasn't meant to be a soap box, but a celebration of my kickin' sis.
at my sister's promotion ceremony almost a year ago, I got to pin her!!
There are SO many reasons I look up to my little sister. I think I'll save them for a private email, (that and Jane has had enough of mommy playing with "mommy's toy" i.e. the computer), but I want her to know how proud I am of her and how glad I am that she's the one I got to share so much of high school and college with. I also wanted to post a picture her birthday present. I was thinking of printing it up as a 12x12 and framing it for you (unless you want a different size...or a different quote if you don't like it). You can take it back with you after your visit (I haven't had good luck shipping frames). Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!!
at my sister's promotion ceremony almost a year ago, I got to pin her!!There are SO many reasons I look up to my little sister. I think I'll save them for a private email, (that and Jane has had enough of mommy playing with "mommy's toy" i.e. the computer), but I want her to know how proud I am of her and how glad I am that she's the one I got to share so much of high school and college with. I also wanted to post a picture her birthday present. I was thinking of printing it up as a 12x12 and framing it for you (unless you want a different size...or a different quote if you don't like it). You can take it back with you after your visit (I haven't had good luck shipping frames). Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!!
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